No One Knows the Way to See Each Other – Poem by Eduardo Escalante

A digital devil is among us,

inserted himself into the gaps between our looks,

It creates a bulb of silence and a severe distance.

We do not see people

Picking flowers in the evening or

seeing sleeping sons in the other room.

You do not know what I’m thinking, son,

as I watch you sleep.

It seems that this story is real.

If we do not talk, we cannot know

the iron in the blood that keeps us alive.

I tried to speak this afternoon

but the voice went so fast

as my fingers in the cellular.

Strange, what a face can do to a face,

if not, we do not know what remains.

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